At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

eyes and a steady voice—glanced at her hands.

“Chemical burns,” he muttered. “And heatstroke. Let’s move.”

“Can I go with her?” I asked, barely holding it together.

“You ride with her,” Ethan said immediately. “I’ll follow in the car.”

On the way to the hospital, I held Amelia’s hand, watching the heart monitor, listening to the paramedics talk in calm,continue reading …